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[gil-galadhwen]

Tell me more about Trial of Crows!!

Hello, my friend! 💕

This one seems to have been abandoned at some stage as this is what's in the document...

The Pearl, Denerim Market District

Gnawed Noble Tavern

The Trial of Crows quest

She looked up at the wall, focusing all her attention on the fissure that ran down the centre of the painting. She stared at the subject's face, unrecognisable beneath the ruin while rage rose like a king tide within her, the urge to scream...

Maybe I need to replay DAO to get some inspo again 😅

[mimiii-3]

Hello! Okay, so I’m not sure how to start 😅 First of all, I absolutely love Saboteur reader and I can't wait for the next update! But what I wanted to ask is: will there be an update for the story My Baby Brother? I really want to see the family suffer 😈😈 Also, I’m seriously confused about why Damian started hating him—did I miss something?

Anyways I love your story’s they are a great escape from suffocating responsibilities ❤️

Thank you so much! I’m glad you can escape through my writing!!!

(Yes, there will be a Pt. 2 for my baby brother)

Ok lore time✍️

…

• Damian was fond of reader for some time after initially arriving at the manor.

• This particular version of reader is not a vigilante/is not very impressive or extraordinary.

• This reader is intelligent and artistic.

• Damian feels closer to reader bc of these traits (and the fact that they are his biological sibling).

• Damian considers his brothers Dick and Tim to be beneath him.

• This perspective of them changes after he starts joining them on patrol.

• Life or death scenarios at every turn helps to form close bonds between him and his brothers.

• They develop a unique sort of camaraderie that is based on being nothing like Batman but being products of Batman’s design.

• Reader has no idea what this lifestyle is like. Which leads to them and Damian growing apart over time.

• Reader makes an effort to reach out to Damian but he doesn’t really have an interest in doing so.

• I don’t think that his initial drifting was malicious. Damian did not realize how their relationship was fading away.

• However, after a year or so, Damian started to consider reader as his obvious inferior. He sees reader as weak and lowly.

• This thought process stems from his very rigid upbringing. And it rears its ugly head when he wishes to get closer to Dick and Tim.

• He believes that in order to be closer to Dick and Tim he must get rid of the dead weight, you.

…

So that’s where his new behavior is coming from. It’s caused by three things: Damian’s strict mindset (that was engrained in him at an early age), his desire to fit in, and typical youngest child vigilante behavior.

He’s not evil but he’s certainly not good.

…

I hope this helps everyone make sense of Damian’s behavior in My Baby Brother!

[brooooswriting]

Could you please write Leighton giving r some lessons in math cause r is terrible but needs to pass the course

R going with leighton to shop different things

Progressing to a relationship

You can do whatever you desire with this 😅

Tutors to lovers

Every day, your parents showed that they knew nothing about you. You didn't wanna go to Essex, and you definitely didn't wanna take advanced math, but they made sure that it was impossible for you to get out of it. Their demands on you were crazy; a 3.7 GPA was what they called terrible. And with your current understanding of advanced math? You were so fucked, and the person sitting next to you thought the same thing.

“Psst, look. You gotta divide this by 4, and then you have to calculate its root. Then you have 6 as the value of on x.” Leighton whispered to you, hoping to help you understand what the teacher was doing at the front. But the way you looked at her so helplessly and confused made her laugh louder than she intended to.

After class, you quickly stopped the blonde before she could walk out. “Leighton, hey. Thank you for trying to help me. Can I buy you a coffee as a thanks?” you asked with a small smile. She looked at you for a second before nodding. “Alright, then follow me” you walked out and towards sips, making small talk on the way there.

“After you,” you mumbled as you opened the door to the coffee shop for her. She thanked you and walked in, looking around the place. “What? Have you never been here before?” you asked with a small laugh, signaling that you were joking.

She looked at you for a moment before scrunching up her nose a bit and shaking her head. “No, never been. Not the biggest fan of cheap coffee and of whatever it smells like in here.” You grinned slightly as you walked toward the counter, your wallet already in hand.

“Yeah, well, I would have taken you to a more fancy place, but we both have another class in 20 minutes, and a good coffee is like 15 minutes away.” Leighton nodded, an understanding look on her face as you stepped up to the counter. After she told you what she wants to drink, you turn towards the counter again. “Oh, hey, Kimberly. How are you? Can I get two iced lattes and two blueberry muffins?”

“Y/n, it's so great to see you. I'm fine, thank you. How are you?” you talked for a bit while you paid, and she made your coffee, the blonde only standing behind you. “Alright, here you are. Have a great day, see you later Leighton” Both of you said goodbye before sitting on a park bank outside.

“So, can I ask you something?” Leighton asked as you played with her straw. You nodded, waiting for her to ask as you watched people walk by. “Why are you taking advanced math? Not to be rude, but you suck at it”

You laughed slightly before taking a deep breath. “Well, my father took it, my mother took it and my sister at Harvard is taking it. So, even if I suck at it and hate it, I have to take it too. But it seems like I’m failing it” you explained, looking at her for a second before continuing, “unlessssss someone would be willing to tutor me.” The grin you sent her made her smile while looking down at the bench to hide her slight blush.

“You know what, fine. Why not. Come by my dorm tomorrow at 5 ok?” The blonde didn’t even wait for an answer before she walked off, joining Bella on her way to the next class.

The next day you arrived at her dorm at 5 pm sharp, being greeted by Kimberly and Whitney who sat in their common room. “Hey y/n, Leighton is still in her room” Kimberly started but was quickly interrupted.

“Oh my god Bella” leighton screamed from inside their room, “can’t you just fuck him anywhere else? Jeez, i have a tutoring lesson in here”

“This isn’t just your room Leighton. This is our room and it’s made for sleeping” Bella argued back making you girls in the living room giggle.

“Dude, that’s so fucked from you. Keep away from my bed! If one thing is out of place later you’re in trouble!” The three of you stopped giggling as Leighton stormed out of the door, nearly running into you. “Y/n, let’s go. We gonna go to the library or some shit because somebody is being intolerable” she screamed the last part making you laugh.

“Alright, come on. You gotta calm down” you pulled Leighton out of the room, saying goodbye to the rest of her dorm mates. You went into the library where you sat down, and minutes later you were desperate for it to stop.

“Y/n, cmon. You gotta concentrate dude, it’s not that hard” the blonde complained as she went over the same exercise again and again.

“It may not be hard for you blondie, but I’m dying over here. I would even fail basic math class, there is no way I’ll ever pass this shit” you whimpered out, letting your head hit the table. Normally, stupid and dramatic behavior like this would have annoyed the shit out of her but when you did it? Well it was kinda cute.

“Ok, let’s start new ok? We will start at zero and once you’re at one we will get something to eat?” At the word ‘eat’ you immediately perked up, sitting straighter to find new concentration.

It took over an hour for you to get to at least one but Leighton was sure that the hardest work was now done. Or at least she hoped. “So, cafeteria?” You asked as you stuffed all your books into your bag. You received a nod and took off, happy to finally get some food.

Since your first lesson Leighton helped you during class and like two times a week for an hour to four, depending on how fucked you were. And finally, you went from an E to a c- and you were getting even better. The connection between you and Leighton also got better from time to time, creating a strong and unexpected bond.

‘If I have to listen to any of my roommates even one more second, I’m going to kill all of them and then myself”

You couldn’t help but giggle at Leighton text, parents weekend was coming up again and it made her more nervous every day. And while she, even if she won’t admit, actually loved her roommates their chattiness and stuff could get to her.

‘Be outside your dorm in 2’

You texted back, quickly putting on your shoes and jacket before grabbing your wallet and car keys. In the matter of minutes you stood in front of a perfectly styled blonde who wore an annoyed look until she saw you. It was quickly being replaced with a smile as she walked toward you. “So, why’d you want me to be here?” She asked with a giddy voice, as she couldn’t wait to hear what you planned.

“Let’s go to my car and then I’ll tell you” you lead her to your jeep outside of the campus. “My lady” you grinned as you opened the door for her and stretched out your hand to help her inside.

“Thank you very much, such a gentleman. Sooo where are we going?” She studied your face as you pulled out of the parking lot.

“We are going to do something that relaxes you like nothing else”

“What?” She asked, quite confused.

“We are going shopping” you grinned as you drove on to the highway, “but we might have to drive like an hour or something, there’s nothing close that has your standards” her jaw fell as you stopped talking. She couldnt believe that you actually knew where she liked to shop and that you were just out here driving her there.

“You’re kidding right?” She asked, a squeal leaving her when she figured out that you were telling the truth. “That’s so sweet, thank you”

After over an hour of comfortable driving you finally parked your car near her favorite shops. “Alright princess, let’s go” you grinned as you opened the passenger door, your hand stretched out to help her out. “Where to first?”

Your first shop was YSL which leighton already left with two begs. Or rather you as you immediately took the bags so she could look around in the next shop which was Balenciaga and then Prada, Givenchy, Versace, Dior, Louis Vuitton, and Tom Ford.

“Are you sure you don’t want me to carry anything?” The blonde asked as she could barely see you underneath all the bags you carried for her. At least one of each brand, or rather at least two of each brand. She couldn’t deny that it was extremely cute, the way you did all of this for her.

“Positive. Are you sure you don’t wanna go anywhere else anymore?” You asked as she walked back to the car. If you were really quiet you could hear her credit card scream.

“Yeah, but maybe we could go and eat something at a real restaurant?”

“Sure, what did you have in mind?” You asked while putting the bags in the trunk, the blonde standing next to you. After she found a restaurant she liked you made your way there, even from the outside you could see that it was really fancy. “Are you sure I can go inside like this?” You weren’t dressed badly but definitely not as expensive as her which made you unsure of your outfit.

“Of course, you look good” the smile she sent you made your heart beat faster and your face flush a little red. “Now Let’s go, I’m starving” she was out of the car in the matter of seconds, waiting for you to join her. Once you left the car you walked next to each other, your hands constantly brushing against the other ones. You had heard that Leighton was not a big pda fan so you guessed that it was an accident. But you didn’t pull away in case of this being on purpose.

After you guys ate it was already late and the eventful day was catching up to her as she fell asleep in the car. You smiled at the sight, she looked a lot calmer than most of the time and you couldn’t see one bit of the stress from this morning. When you had to stop on a red light you retrieved your jacket from the backseat and put it over her to act like a blanket.

You carefully tapped her shoulder to wake her up which didn’t work. “Leighton, we are here. Cmon, wake up” you whispered and shook her shoulder.

“M awake” she grumbled as her eyes slowly opened.

“Good, take the time that I need to get your backs to wake up okay?” She gave you a small nod before you disappeared, wondering how you carried all those bags before. After you finally got each and every bag on you, you walked back to the passenger seat where Leighton was finally awake.

“Alright, let’s go” she jumped out of the car, your jacket now over her shoulders and her pinky linked with yours as she pulled you along to her dorm. “You can just put them down over there” she told you as she pointed to the corner next to her closet. “Thank you, a lot. The last days were really stressful and today made me forget about it” you smiled at her, taking a step forward.

“It was my pleasure. Weirdly, I can’t think of anything better than carrying your bags for you” she giggles shyly and also takes a step toward you. Your hand gravitates towards her waist while hers carefully rests on your shoulder. You leaned in further, your lips slightly touching as your hand tightened around her waist. But before you could do anything else, Bella came in.

“Leighton! Guess what” she started to scream out, making you pull away quickly. Your hands left her waist and were immediately pushed into your pockets. “Oh my god, did I just cockblock you?” The dark haired girl screamed even louder making both of you cringe.

“No, no you didn’t. I gotta go, I have class really early tomorrow. Thanks again Leigh and I’ll see you around Bella” you quickly left the room without looking back but you could still feel the blondes nerves.

You decided that you’d talk to her tomorrow, it was late and she probably had to listen to Bella ramble about whatever was going on. So tomorrow just seemed like the safer option, at least until it was later the next day and you still haven’t seen her. It was Friday which meant that you didn’t have a course with her and you were extremely busy. But as you were scared that she might think that you were trying to avoid her.

“Sad I didn’t see you today. Sorry I left so quickly, but I couldn’t stay after Bella said whatever she said. Can’t wait to see you again :)”

You took a deep breath before hitting send. By now you were scarred that she might be avoiding you and that she was actually very unhappy about the kiss. What you didn’t know was that Leightons heart started to beat faster when she saw your name pop up on her screen. She was scared of what might now be between you two after you left so suddenly.

“Whose text are you smiling at like that?” Whitney asked as they all sat in the common room. While she did try to annoy her roommate she was more than happy to see her friend like this.

“None of your business” she grumbled, her smile still being very apparent.

“Oh, I bet it’s y/n” Kimberly shyly added. She was good with Leighton but she sometimes still scared her.

“Gosh, they would be a hot ass couple. Y/n’s hot. Damn you’re a lucky lady” Bella said, slapping her hand on the blondes leg which made her glare at her.

“Remember how I said none of your business?” They all laughed as she returned to her phone.

“Get that, wished I could have left too. I thought you were avoiding me. I’ll see you tomorrow right? Are u bringing ur parents to math too?”

You immediately opened the chat, not giving a damn about seeming needy.

“Ofc, that’s the only reason they’re coming. Couldn’t dream of avoiding u, wanna meet up before math tomorrow?”

After you talked about when and where you’d meet tomorrow you texted her goodnight and went to sleep, your mind filled with pictures of the blonde.

The next morning you were up way too early but when your parents came you had to get ready a lot more than normally. “There you are y/n” your mother called out as she walked up to you with open arms, a fake smile on her face. You hugged all of them as a greeting before standing opposite of them.

“Alright, we will go to that parents thing and then we will come to your math class ok?” Your father didn’t wait for an answer as they walked away making you sigh. You, just as many others, were more than happy about this parents thing today. It gave you some peace and quiet.

Leighton was waiting for you in front of the lecture room, the new bag she bought with you slung over her shoulder. “Hey” you smiled shyly as walked up to her, her face adorned with a similar one.

“Hello” she looked around before continuing to talk, “I am so happy about this parent meeting. I was about to kill myself” you laughed nodding.

“You’re telling that to me? My parents asked about this course before asking about me. And I wish I were joking” both of you laughed before just staring at each other for a moment. In a moment of confidence the blonde pulled you into the empty room, she smiled brightly as she noticed that you happily followed.

The moment the door closed, your hands were on her hips and hers were cupping the back of your neck. You didn’t need any words before your lips crashed against each other, her scent developing you whole. Without breaking the kiss you guided her against the wall, her back making harsh contact with it. “Sorry” you mumbled when she gasped, barely breaking the kiss. You kept making out until the blondes phone started to ring.

“Let it ring” she mumbled when she noticed that you were pulling away. You laughed and tried to pull away again but she kept pulling you closer or chasing your lips.

“Leigh, I’d love to keep making out. Trust me. But our parents are gonna come soon and if I had to guess I’d say that this is your dad” you explained as you pulled away, your hands rubbing along her hips. She groaned before looking at her phone, seeing that you were right. With another groan she answered the phone, the arm around your neck keeping you close. Since you got bored when she was on the phone, you started to lightly kiss her neck up and down.

She bit her lip to stop her giggles, but she didn’t push you away. Instead she pulled you even closer, just waiting to hang up. When she finally did, she gave you a quick kiss. “My parents will be here in 10 minutes” she told you, her fingers playing with the baby hair on the back of your neck.

“Then we should probably fix your makeup and my hair huh?” You asked as one of your hands ran through your hair. When you received a nod you opened your hand for her to give you her pocket mirror so she could see what she was doing.

“You’re a great mirror holder babe” she joked when she was done freshening up her makeup and then fixed your hair for you.

“Babe?” You grinned watching her face fall and her confidence suddenly replaced with doubt.

“I mean- yeah, we are- I thought” you decided to interrupt her as her behavior freaked you out. A not confident Leighton was a new world.

“You thought right, I was just messing with you. Cmere” you pulled her closer for another kiss, that quickly turned into multiple small pecks.

“Y/N Y/M/N Y/L/N” your mothers voice suddenly rang.

Gosh, you were fucked.

[angelicdanvers]

BREATHE DEEPER | two.

a charlie bushnell x fem!reader social media fic.

y/n

liked by william.franklyn.miller, levizmiller, amitasuman_, and others

y/n — been missing these lads as of late 🫡

dior.n.goodjohn HOW IS EVERYONE YOU WORK WITH SO GORGEOUS ↳ y/n GIRL YOU BETTER BE INCLUDING YOURSELF WHEN YOU SAY THAT

iamcharliebushnell aww these are cute ↳ y/n why ty

levizmiller i miss you too :( ↳ y/n :( can i visit you and ed soon ↳ levizmiller WDYM OF COURSE YOU CAN

calamawy The 30th is right around the corner 👀 Dinner at 5:30? My place? ↳ y/n OH MY GOD YES

matt_lintz WHY DO I STILL HAVE YOUR BLAZER ↳ y/n STOP THATS WHERE ITS BEEN 😭 anyways tell my lover girl i say hi ↳ matt_lintz oi she’s my girl ↳ y/n sharing is caring my friend 🤷‍♀️

freddycarter1 I have so many rolls of film to show you ↳ y/n no way so do i ↳ freddycarter1 This is definitely the universe’s way of telling us we have to meet up 😅 That polaroid of Amita and I will remain superior btw ↳ y/n UR WELCOME FOR THE BEST IMAGE EVER, but yes we do. imma be in london soon 🫡

william.franklyn.miller a little birdie told me you’d be photographing a certain someone ↳ y/n definitely not you ↳ william.franklyn.miller in your dreams, darling

iamcharliebushnell can i come over ↳ y/n i’m a couple hundred miles from japan tonight ↳ iamcharliebushnell what (imy) ↳ y/n jk no i’m gonna go to bed (i’ll stay up for fifteen more mins) ↳ iamcharliebushnell 😭 (good)

LUKEY POOKIE SENT A MESSAGE !

lukey pookie

hiiiiiiiiiiiii

↳ HI CHARLIE

lukey pookie

OH OK HI Y/N

↳ WASSUP

lukey pookie

I MISS YOU

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 🙄

↳ why

lukey pookie

why not 😾

↳ why

lukey pookie

BECAUSE

anyways

i just realized we never got to go watergliding

↳ sadly :/

lukey pookie

that’s why we should

soon

↳ OMG that’d be cool

but i’m so busy rn 😭

lukey pookie

hey hey that’s okay

i’m sure we’ll find time?

↳ i hope sooo

but yeah i got a lot happening tmrw

lukey pookie

oh??

↳ yeah 😭 gotta prep for more of the filming and i have several photoshoots coming up

lukey pookie

THATS EXCITING THO

↳ YEAH

im just exhausted

lukey pookie

when i see you next i’ll make you your fav tea again

that’s a promise

↳ awww charlie 🥹 you’re too sweet

lukey pookie

only for the best :)

you should sleep now

↳ yuuup

goodnight, c ❤️

lukey pookie

goodnight, y/n ❤️

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stay safe and drink water, lovelies!

i love you and i’m proud of you <333

[mandarinmoons]

HI HI! I hope your having a good day! Do you write for mreader? If so could you write dadspence raising a daughter with mreader? Its ok if not id settle for anything :)) TYSM!

There's not a whole lot of mention of the reader being male but I hope it's alright 😅

You woke up to the smell of pancakes hitting your nose and small hands latching onto your side. Wiping the sleep from your eyes you turned your head to the side and saw your daughter Bailey still fast asleep, her hands gripping the material of your sleep shirt.

As you caressed Bailey’s head you heard footsteps approaching the bedroom and saw Spencer peek his head through the doorway, checking to see if his favorite sleepyheads were still asleep.

“Morning.”

Spencer smiled and walked to the bed, his hand cupping your cheek and pressing a light kiss to your lips.

“How’d you sleep?”

“Good yeah. When did you get up?”

“About an hour ago. I wanted to surprise you with a good breakfast.”

“That I can smell, yes.”

Spencer chuckled and sat down on the bed, his head coming to rest on your shoulder while he admired the little girl still curled up by your side, sleeping away peacefully.

All of this was still new. You and Spencer had talked about wanting kids, you had specifically mentioned wanting a daughter, and now that dream became a reality. There were some side eyes at the start considering the child would go to a home with two fathers, but did that really matter at the end of the day if the child was loved and well taken care of? Luckily the response was positive and Bailey arrived at her new home, holding onto both of her father’s hands. 

A moment later Bailey stirred in her sleep and her eyes fluttered open and met with yours.

“Morning pumpkin.”

Bailey giggled in response and crawled into your lap, wrapping her arms around your neck and kissing your cheek.

“Good morning daddy.”

Bailey crawled towards Spencer and kissed his cheek too. Spencer pulled Bailey into a hug and kissed her cheek in return multiple times which caused both you and Bailey to chuckle.

“Are you hungry sweetie?”

“Mhm. I want pancakes.”

“Well you’re in luck because that’s just what I made!”

“Yay!”

Spencer picked Bailey up in one of his arms while his other hand took yours in his and you all made your way into the kitchen. 

The smell of the pancakes was still fresh in the air and Bailey quickly jumped down and made her way to her seat, tugging on your hand to join her.

Once the plates were set, Bailey insisted on stacking everyone’s plates and adding some toppings by everyone's choice.

Spencer’s cakes were decorated with a little blueberry heart while yours was decorated with an XO made of syrup.

The rest of the morning was spent making plans for the day and Bailey wiping yours and Spencer’s mouths whenever you both got a bit of food on the corners of your mouths. It was easily one of the best mornings you’ve had in a while.

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[page-soobinnie]

Hello 🤗🤗🤗

I just saw that you write for Strangers From Hell characters so I wanted to request dating and jealousy headcanons for Moonjo, Jongwoo, Seokyoon and Jieun separately.

I know it's a lot 😅 but there's so little contents about them. So I would really appreciate it if you would. But it's ok if you can't. Thank you anyways ❤️ ❤️

✮Them Being Jealous✮

✮Special thanks too: Anon, Moonjo, JongWoo, Seokyoon, Jieun

✮Note: Hi hello!! Thank you for requesting and being my first Request on this account I hope you enjoy it and remember you can request any time as long as it fits my rules ♡︎

✮TW: Moonjo : Psycho JongWoo : Jealousy : Yandere themes : mentions of murder : mentions of a pervert : teeth (Moonjo) : gender of reader is not specified : creepy man in Seokyoon's : Jongwoos boss being weird :

✮Taglist: No one yet but you can join by clicking this link and commenting the category you want or dming me or sending an ask

©Yawnzzznnn do not steal or copy my work

9-11-23

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Oh boy... He is very protective and Obsessive so he won't let you out Eden without him and the only time he leave leaves is for work so you don't really get to leave maybe once(1) or thrice(3) a week even then your not allowed to look at someone or speak to anyone that's not him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥So if he was to get jealous it would be of someone at Eden no it's not the pervert or the twins, but instead let's say it's Seokyoon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥I mean Seokyoon is young and cute who wouldn't fall for him, although you already had Moonjo you couldn't deny the little butterflies whenever he smiled at you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Moonjo isn't stupid he saw how shy you get around Seokyoon so before bed he brought it up to you "Yn" he said "do you have somthing to tell me?" He continued confused you shook your head "oh no?" He mocked "so you don't feel anything when Seokyoon looks at you? You didn't think I noticed how shy and giggly you get when he smiles at you?" He spoke his voice raising every word, in response you gasped "it's not like that" you say Moonjo wasn't buying it "it's not like that?" He scoffed and looked at the door

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"fine if you like Seokyoon so much" he mumbled rushing out the door with a familiar syringe in his hand you knew you couldn't stop him and if you tried too it'll make it worse on your end

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳Later that night Moonjo walked through the door with a bracelet filled to the brim with teeth "here these are Seokyoon's" he said trying to put the bloody bracelet on you in response you jerked your hand away looking up at your face he gave you the crazed smile before setting Seokyoon's teeth down on the table "now to take care of you"

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Its no secret that JongWoo has an attitude with people he can't stand or that annoy him or weird him out

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The two of you were at his work place you visiting to give him emotional support because of the things he's told you about Eden and how scared he was

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yn" he said causing you to raise your head from his shoulder "do me a favor and get documents from there" he said pointing at a file cabinet through a glass window after describing the kind he needs you walked to the file cabinet and bent down to search

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Unknown to your knowledge you've attracted a viewer the quiet guy who sits next to JongWoo was not so subtly starring at your butt

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Yah" Jongwoo said grabbing the attention of everyone in the room including you "dont stare at my partner like that" he said the guy looked around a bit embarrassed "wait what happened" you said coming back with what JongWoo needed JongWoo snatched the file from you before grabbing your arm and forcing you back to your seat on the other side of him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"I caught him starring at your butt" he said loud enough for everyone to hear you gasped before you heard giggling "that's gross" you heard the girl next to you mumble the guy looked down "your not even going to apologize?" JongWoo said standing up from his chair getting ready to grab the dudes keyboard you were quick to stop JongWoo

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Don't your gonna get yourself in trouble" you mumbled holding on to his hands JongWoo scoffed "I don't care he needs to apologize" JongWoo said snatching his hand away from you "yah!" He said the guy refusing to look at him

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"what's going on out here?" The big boss said coming out his office "JongWoo caught him starring at yn's butt" the girl said next you in a disgusted tone "are you not going to apologize?" JongWoo scoffed "yah asshole!" JongWoo yelled kicking his chair the guy flinched "JongWoo!" You gasped "stop Yn" he said trying to pull his hands away from you "dont jeopardize your job for me" you said pulling him into a hug hoping to calm him down

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥JongWoo visibly relaxed before wrapping his arms around your waist "your more important to me than this job" he whispered you sighed "baby please I dont want to see you suffer because some hentai loving asshole can't keep his eyes to himself" you said rubbing his back JongWoo slightly giggled "I love you" he said swaying the two of you back and forth "I know" you said hearing him slightly gasp before pinching your back you giggled "I love you too now let's get you back to work" you said the rest of his time working there JongWoo had a really bad attitude towards the guy

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Seokyoon is a very understanding person he prefers to look on the bright side of things which means he hardly ever gets jealous

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Hes more protective of you like let's say you go to a bar with him after he begged you too, the two of you were relaxing having a good time cuddled up to one another in the corner kissing every two seconds Seokyoon stood up saying he had to use the toilet he promised to be fast and when Seokyoon makes a promise he'll keep it

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥While waiting for your boyfriend a random man comes and sits Infront of you "are you alone?" He asked eyeing your body you shifted uncomfortably in your seat "no-no I'm here with my boyfriend" you said quietly "boyfriend?" The man laughed "you mean that kid that walked to the bathroom?" He said acting like he just said the funniest thing in the world "Seokyoon isn't a kid don't call him that and please leave me alone" you said fear washing away replacing with irritation

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥In response the man laughed "you could date a real man" he said emphasizing 'real' you scoffed "I told you I have a boyfriend" you said leaning back in your chair slightly jumping when you felt a familiar hand touch your shoulder "besides your not much of a real man if you can't take a hint" Seokyoon hissed out towards the man

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥The tone in Seokyoons voice was something you never heard before the man gulped "sorry" he said standing up before rushing away. You and Seokyoon sighed in unison before you both bust out laughing after a minute or two Seokyoon sat back in his chair on the right side of you trapping you between him and the wall again

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥"Sorry I couldn't get here faster baby" he said playing with your fingers "it's fine I just wanted him gone he stank" you jokes scrunching up your nose Seokyoon giggled before leaning in to kiss you

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun is a pouty type of jealous like if your paying too much attention to another girl that isn't her she'll pout and latch herself to your arm

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥when the two of you leave that conversation she'll speak on it "you know she was flirting right?" She mumbled "that's why I left as soon as possible I don't need her I have an amazing girlfriend right here a clingy but adorable one too" you said ripping your arm out her hold in order to hug her "oh whatever" she said wrapping her arms around your waist

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Jieun needs reassurance so you being the amazing partner you are made sure she gets that assurance

[witchykittyy]

Agreement 💖

@marcyyywukinnie asked: Hi could you make a fanfic Yandare Blitzo x reader x Yandare Stolas where they just fight about reader, before coming to terms that theyll share them??

I am soooooooo sorry about how late this is!!! I really am. Life's been really hectic and I went through a very depressive episode but I promise to be on top of stuff more often! I really hope you like it! ❤ Sorry if its not really enough fighting per say. 😅

TW: Demons, Hell, Blood, Arguing, Cursing (lots of it), Mentions of kidnapping, Stalking, and other yandere themes.

"Damn that was a fuck ton of clients!!!" Millie jumped up into Moxxie's arms pumped and covered in blood. "Yea it was and it was so fucking awesome! But I think imma head in for the night." You're the newest member of I.M.P. A few days ago you saw their help wanted poster and decided you needed the extra money so you decided to join. You got along really well with Moxxie, Millie and surprisingly Loona. The only person who doesn't seem to like you is Blitzo. He was always staring at you. Watching your every move like he's waiting for you to do something wrong. So you always tend to keep your distance.

"Yea I think me and Millie have had enough excitement for today as well. Goodbye sir! Goodbye Y/N!" "Bye Blizto! Bye N/N!" Moxxie and Millie wave goodbye as they leave. "Whatever, bye." Loona continues on reading her magazine. "Bye guys!" You wave goodbye to them sweetly. "Bye lovebirds! Don't get too kinky while I'm away!" You can almost hear Moxxie rolling his eyes at those words and you chuckle. Now its just you, Loona and... Blitzo. Though your back is turned you can feel his eyes burning into info our skin, its very unsettling so with out turning around you decided to say your goodbyes and leave. "Bye Blitzo! Bye Loona!" "Bye dork." Blitzo doesnt say anything and you start to walk off sill feeling his gaze on you. Suddenly he says "See you soon Y/N"

You got home and were extremely exhausted as you flopped down onto your semi comfortable bed. Due to only recently having a job you dont have that much money to buy yourself a nice place so for right now you're stuck in this crummy apartment. Even though you didnt mind your situation someone else did.

Stolas has been watching you from the day he saw you in the I.M.P headquarters while he was visiting Blitzo. He's been obssessed with you ever since he saw you and has stalked you finding out your likes, habits, dislikes and everything else about you. He truly believes that you deserve so much better than what you have. He loves you and believes you deserve to be treated like a queen. A problem with that is that Blizto is also in love with you. Stolas notices the stares he give you and the longing look in his eyes. He's sure Blitzo has noticed his interest as well and thats probably why Blitzo hasnt spoken to him. But nevermind that.

You change into your PJ', get into bed and start scrolling through Helltok. "Ah shit its getting dark and I have to work tomorrow" you sigh. "I guess I should go to bed as Moxxie would say thats the responsible thing to do." You turn off your phone and go to bed. Stolas stares at you from the window wishing that he were next to you.

After a while he sees someone climbing onto your balcony. He's about to go stop him but then the two lock eyes. "Stolas?! The fuck are you doing here?!" He almost tumbles off the balcony from the surprise. "I should be asking you the same question Blitzo." "Look dipshit im doing the same thing you are but going inside." Blizto starts opening the window. "Wait! We shouldnt do that it invading her privacy." He goes to stop him but then Blitzo slaps his hand away. "Oh and stalking her isnt invading her privacy?! Look just leave ok if you dont wanna do this. Not like I want you stealing my girl anyways." He grumbles the last part but Stolas is able to hear him. "Well I sure as hell am not leaving her alone with you." "Then come in with me." He grabs Stolas's hand and stealthly brings him into the room. Stolas blushes at the sudden contact. 'Wait why'd he blush? What the hell is happening to him?'

You're dead asleep on the bed. "So smart ass what do we do now?" He tries to cover up the fact that grabbing Blitzo's hand made him blush. "We look around bird brain." They start looking around the crummy place, dodging the clothes thrown on the floor. Eventually after looking around for a while Blitzo decides to look your computer as Stolas watches you sleep peacefully. Out of the corner of his eye Stolas sees him breaking into your computer. "Hey!" He yells silently. "What do you think you're doing?" "I'm looking through her computer dipshit." Blitzo rolls his eyes as though its obvious. "Well yes I know that but why?" "To make sure she ain't seeing some other loser."

Blitzo searches and suddenly stops dead in his tracks. "You need to see this birdie." They stare at the computer reading you're messages with some guy named Dennis. "Oh hell no" they growl out in unison. You whine and shift in your sleep as they go dead silent. Once they're sure you're not awake they continue. "We can't let this shit happen." Blitzo growls with malice. "I completely agree. This dirt bag isn't good enough for our Y/N." Stolas nods. "Wait, our?" "Well yes I suppose we'll need to team up to stop this guy and ensure that she stays with us. Is that an ok arrangement?" Stolas questions. "Yea.. Thatd be great." Blitzo looks down blushing madly.

[themulitipurposechannel]

Hello!

I LOVE your story!!! CJ having healing Ninpo is so genius and it’s making my brain run wild with possibilities!

Are there any tidbits you’d like to share about the au? Also could you possibly explain what happened with CJ aging due to Ninpo (in the latest update)?

(No need to answer any of the questions if you do not want to)

AWESOME COMIC, AWESOME STORY, AWESOME ART!!! I can’t wait to see more!!!

Hope you have a great day ^-^

BDJDHDHDHDHD Aww dude stop you have no idea how happy this makes me 😭 I’m so so so happy you love my au!! 💗💗💗 I love the concept of Casey with healing powers! He’s has a temper but I still think suits him so well given how protective he is as a person ahah!! And I’m so glad there are ppl out there who agree with me too! But Hehe yesss join me join me in my healer!Cj brain worms hehehe

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Hmm since you asked bout the aging(and that’s a little complicated) I’ll answer that first. So I can’t go into too much detail cuz that will spoilers for a comic and some other art that will explain everything! ..Maybe😂 But I will say this. Cj unlocked his Ninpo when he was 10 he was fine, he was aging normally. Till a certain incident happened when he was 11 and well.. we all know what happened next, freshly baked trauma and he aged a couple years forward overnight plus some extra long term injuries (that I will go into later).

The good news is that as long as he doesn’t push himself like that again he will be aging mostly linearly again? But the damage has alr been done 😅. But anyways, after the incident, he never pushed himself like that again. One, cuz the Hamato fam would never allow it and Two, cuz the recovery period is so long/bad (cuz Cj is no master and worse he’s a literal child unlike Mikey who was in his early 20s when the cursed Aging started) no one can afford for him to be knocked out of commission like that again. It makes him wayy too vulnerable.

Post-incident, at his worst he has only aged a few days forward but cuz that’s so small no one except Master Michelangelo (cuz he’s a mystic master and cuz he’s also in the same boat) can tell the difference. Plus it’s so negligible it doesn’t technically matter.

But long story short, pulling himself tgt from that incident physically and mentally took loooonnng time haha. But as you can see even now it still leaves its scars haha and probably always will.

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As for any other tidbits? Oh gosh where do I start ? Ahh there is just so much to say! Ok update wise I’m actually working a PMV for Healer!Cj so if I go quiet for a while that’s why. Idk how long it’s gonna take but I’m excited to show some sneak peaks along the way lol. This is my first time doing something like this so here’s to hoping it goes well!

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Lore wise: although Cj does have a subway car in the lair. Once he gets more settled in he actually bounces around quite a bit. Boy was not meant to stay in one place for too long. While he does spent most of the week at the lair cuz the underground is familiar too him, he will spend 3-4 days crashing on the couch at April/Casey’s apartment. And on a rare blue moon he’ll give Draxum a heart attack 😂 by breaking into his apartment and sleeping on that old man’s couch. After a while it becomes their own little inside joke 😂. Draxum tries Cj-proof his apartment using mystic or otherwise and Cj makes it a point to still try and sneak in.

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And the surprise of no one. In this Au, Uncle Mi is Cj’s favourite uncle. Sometimes second pesudo dad. But mostly on accident by a very sleep deprived Cj.

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I have plans for P!Casey to eventually develop Ninpo a few years down the line. But I can’t think of any powers for her so if ya’ll got any suggestions pls fire away.

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And oh P!Leo is gonna permanently need a leg brace. Sometimes on rlly rlly bad days, he will need to use a crutch (not that he ever does cuz he’s wayy to stubborn) but you get the picture.

Raph’s eye is permanently gone, Donnie and his shell will heal but bro will have chronic back pain for life plus certain parts of his shell where the tendrils dug into the thickest are now numb cuz ya know, nerve damage from being literally ripped out the technodrone. Mikey will need to wear compression gloves but his shaking gets significantly better over time. So he draw but he still needs to every two months or so he can get pretty bad flareups which are jsut Oof.

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Good news is April is fine aside from a broken arm during the invasion that will heal. Splinter was surprisingly not that badly injured just a few pulled muscles here and there. And Cj is Obvi fine too aside from a minor concussion that he got prior to time traveling. Which to him was basically nothing. The reactions by everyone else was hilarious and a major culture shock for Cj. Turns out his apocalypse pain scale was drastically different to their normal not apocalypse pain scale.

It was hilarious the gang were like: “you’ve running around taking care of us a lot. Are you good?”

Cj: “yup all fine. Just a few bumps and scrapes”

8 Hours later..

Cj: “It looks like everyone’s settled? Great. I’ll go grab painkillers for my concussion now.”

Them: “I THOUGHT YOU SAID YOU WERE GOOD!?”

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Long story short no one escaped the failed invasion unscathed :’D but also whoops sorry for the long ramble 😅 this kidna got away for me 😂

[elletromil]

Made up fic title: blue dragons

See, at first i was all 'oh that fic would be about characters being dragons or some mythology thing'

But then i thought that was way too predictable and decided that you know what? If I was to write this fic it would either have to be a pacific rim style of au, where the characters pilot blue dragons or something

And like maybe i would start this as an non-modern au? Like start writing it as if it's your common handwave medieval/fantasy-ish setting. And people are telling legens of the blue dragons or something. And there is no way to tell its actually a big mecha until you finally get to the full action and realise that oooh, its actually a steampunk-y au! And the characters that were followed for the first chunk of the story were just living too far from the capital. And even then, it would be start of steampunk, mostly it's just the mecha dragons

And oh oh! As i write i keep having ideas

You get a read more because this got away from me 😅😅😅

Ok so story would start with Eggsy living in your run of the mill isolated/poor village in your generic fantasy-medieval setting. You'd get hint of like dragons being those tyranic overlord and you would think 'oh ok, fantasy setting with opressive fantastical beasts as rulers' and you'd hear also about the legendary blue dragons, dragons who are supposed to uphold the law or something and how they were betrayed but they are totally gonna come back to free then from tyrany.

There's even been some rumors about one distant village who was freed recently from tyranic golden dragon Valentine and that they might be protected by a blue dragon. Its only rumors though and Eggsy had never even heard of the village's name before so who knows. Oh, oh and we would learn that Lee was killed when the tyrant dragons first did their coup to seize control of the continent

Anyway, while Eggsy sometimes have some fantasy of getting to work with one of the fame blue dragons (who according to legend only let the most worthy ride them), Eggsy is no damsel in distress. He's not waiting on anyone to save him and his loved one so of course he joined the resistance.

But then one fateful night, the resistance who was either betrayed or not as careful as they should be gets attacked! By golden dragon Valentine himself no less, not just some of his army! He's come to personally squish the resistance and make an example out of them considering the rising unrest and the renewed hope from the rumors of blue dragons being back!!

All is lost and Eggsy is sure to die and his village completely destroy until right at the last moment, bam!

In comes a blue dragon! The day is saved!

Except not really, because the blue dragon gets trashed by Valentine!

Eggsy runs to the blue dragon, maybe in shock, maybe out of stupidity, maybe bravery, who knows, not even himself.

Anyway, he goes to the fallen blue dragon and that's when the description for what he sees becomes mechanical in nature (before the dragons were just describe in size, colors, power and shape), describing debris and cogs and stuff.

He gets to the head and gasp! He finds a human inside! It's James (probably dead, sorry James)! And like the dragon is trashed but there is still power humming through it and Eggsy knows nothing about it but he's done much more stupid things in his life! So he takes James place inside the dragons head and tries to do control the dragon via the neural link (Eggsy of course doesnt know any of this, he just needs to fight and protect and feels himself connect to the dragon and instinctively start to fight Valentine)

And the blue dragon is trashed but it's not destroyed and Eggsy has no finesse, but he's desperate and he manages to hurt Valentine enough to make him retreat!

So yeah, Eggsy manages to drive Valentine away for now and maybe he passes out because he's not used to controlling a dragon? And when he comes back to, it's to a second blue dragon and its rider Harry Hart who asks him how he feels about joining their ranks and overthrow the tyranic dragons?

And like there could be so many wordlbuilding thrown in about what makes the dragon a certain color (their building material mostly and oh wouldn't it be neat if the blue dragons would be made from some kind of meteorite? They were the first made and every subsequent dragon have some of those meteorite because that's what allows a mental link to control such big constructs? And all the other are copycats) and Chester King being the leader of the blue dragons but ending up being a traitor because of course

And oh!! Why were the blue dragons defeated/pushed back? What if its actually a full-blown sci-fi and the blue dragons and their riders come from outer space? And their technology fell into the wrong hands on this planet and only a few could come and help make things right because there is a full-blown interstellar war happening at the same time?

Eggsy feeling like Harry and Merlin aren't telling him everything and yes it's true they aren't, because they're alien and the reveal comes when Harry gets hurt in a way that should kill him but he gets better because of his alien physiology and with the planet liberated from the tyranic dragons, well they gotta go back to space to help with the war efforts and would Eggsy like to join?

And maybe James wouldnt be dead either thanks to that.

And then you get to the space warzone and that's where you get to meet Roxy and Tilde and just yeah

I wanna write this now

I won't

But i wanna

[elusive-writer]

Hello!!

I was wondering if you could write some head canons or a one shot about a non-binary reader x Kakyoin who always dances to the music on the radio? Its one of my favorite things to do when I’m playing 70’s-80’s music and I go unnecessarily hard lmao, if possible could you add the other crusaders but platonically?? Like maybe they are all in the car driving and then a song the reader likes comes on the radio and then they just start hitting the boogie in the passenger seat? I apologize if its kinda weirdly specific lol

Ah!! Hi there!

This is the first request I’ve gotten so I was super pumped to write this! And please don’t apologise! The more detail the better, gives me a better idea of what to write 🥰

This is my first time writing for a non-binary reader so I hope I did ok! Any and all feedback is majorly appreciated.

And since I couldn’t decide between head canons and a one shot, you get both lol

(I was also listening to a favourite 80s song of mine while writing this, so I hope it’s ok that it makes a little cameo in the one shot 😅)

I had a lot of fun writing this, so I hope you enjoy!

𝘒𝘢𝘬𝘺𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘹 𝘕𝘉! 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘢𝘥𝘪𝘰

(feat. the other crusaders)

Word Count : 1.3k

Head Canons :

Kakyoin absolutely LOVES when your favourite tunes come on, almost as much as you do.

Because it means he gets to see you boogie to your heart’s content.

You might think it’s because he finds it funny, but it’s far from it.

Every time you dance to the radio he’s just mesmerised, he loves the energy you give into every move.

Since Kakyoin was quite reserved as a child, he never had moments where he could just jam out with someone.

So when you gesture for him to join you, he knows he’d be a fool not to.

The other crusaders see the goofy smile on his face every time the two of you dance together.

So they subtly (not so subtly) ensure that you guys just so happen to be partnered up when you stay in hotels.

They come to regret this when your dancing sessions carry late into the night.

Every now and then Jotaro will get sick of it so you’ll hear a muffled “Shut up!” from the next room.

You and Kakyoin giggle quietly as you turn down the radio.

They don’t mind too much though, the nature of this journey is bleak at times so the liveliness you and Kakyoin bring is a welcome breath of fresh air.

Polnareff and Joseph even join you two for a chance to boogie occasionally.

One Shot :

Mr Joestar’s snoring is the only sound that fills the air as you drive along the deserted road. You get an earful of it since you’re sitting in the middle of him and Polnareff, with the latter driving.

You wanted to sit next to Kakyoin but this seating arrangement was the only way all 6 of you would be able to fit in the car. He sat directly behind you, between Jotaro and Avdol.

You’ve been driving for hours with no breaks, there’s not much to do in the car so you start to grow restless.

[YOU] - “Ughhh, I’m so bored!!”

You groan as you plonk your head on the dashboard.

[POLNAREFF] - “Hey hey watch it!”

Polnareff yanks you back into an upright position.

[POLNAREFF] - “You’re gonna give yourself a concussion.”

[YOU] - “Maybe that would be a blessing in disguise. It’d be more interesting than this.”

You rotate in your seat, leaning on your knees to look into the back seat. Jotaro is leaning back with his hat over his face and Avdol is just looking out the window. You look at Kakyoin and he has his eyes closed, he must be sleeping as well. He looks so peaceful, and although you wanna let him rest… you also really wanna talk to him.

[YOU] - “C’mon…”

You wave your hands in front of you like you're trying to cast some kinda voodoo spell.

[YOU] - “Wake up.”

And to no one’s surprise your incantation fails. You sigh.

[AVDOL] - “Why don’t you try the radio?”

You turn your attention towards the fortune teller.

[AVDOL] - “Maybe we can get a signal out here.”

You immediately perk up at the idea and nod. Turning back around you start fiddling with controls. There’s only static but you don't stop trying. You’re about to throw in the towel but then you hear the radio crackle to life.

♪ ♪ ♫ ♪

Your face lights up when you recognise the melody.

[YOU] - “No fucking way!”

[JOTARO] - “Good grief could you be any louder?”

You turn your head and Jotaro is now sitting up, you shoot him an apologetic smile.

[KAKYOIN] - “Can you blame them? This one is one of their favourites.”

♪ Shake it up is all that we know ♪

You immediately spin back around onto your knees and meet Kakyoin’s gaze.

[YOU] - “Hey you’re awake!”

[KAKYOIN] - “I’ve actually been awake for a while.”

♪ Using the bodies up as we go ♪

You start moving your shoulders to the rhythm.

[JOTARO] - “Good grief here we go again.”

♪ I’m waking up to fantasy ♪

Kakyoin laughs when you start using an imaginary microphone to mouth the lyrics. You hold a hand out to him, still getting your groove on.

[YOU] - “C’mon I know you wanna join me.”

♪ Broken ice still melts in the sun ♪

How can he refuse when you’re looking at him like that? Kakyoin grabs your hand and proceeds to go HAM with you. It’s like y’all are at your own personal concert. Your fingers are intertwined as you both seemingly escape into the music.

[JOTARO] - “Great, now there’s two of them.”

Avdol chuckles at the display in front of them.

[AVDOL] - “This is good, a little spirit is never a bad thing-”

[YOU] - “YOU’RE OUT OF TOUCH.”

You hold the ‘microphone’ to Kakyoin.

[KAKYOIN] - “I’M OUT OF TIME.”

[YOU + KAKYOIN] - “BUT I’M OUT OF MY HEAD WHEN YOU’RE NOT AROUND!”

Jotaro just shakes his head while Avdol’s laughter fills the space in between you and Kakyoin’s singing (screaming)

It goes on like this for a while, the radio cycles through the songs, and you and Kakyoin give an oscar worthy performance to every single one of them. Polnareff turns up the radio so you can really give it your all, Avdol joins in for some of the songs, and you even manage to get a tiny smirk from Jotaro.

It’s cut short when the radio stops while you’re in the middle of a song.

[YOU] - “Hey driver, what happened to the music?”

You hear a bit of fidgeting before he answers.

[POLNAREFF] - “Looks like we lost the signal.”

The disappointment is evident on your faces.

[KAKYOIN] - “You’re kidding.”

[POLNAREFF] - “Nope, unfortunately I’m not.”

You groan and plop your head on the headrest.

[YOU] - “Man…”

Kakyoin feels bad seeing you so downcast. His eyes fall on your hand that he still has in his grasp, thinking of how to improve your mood. And then an idea hits him.

[KAKYOIN] - “Hey Polnareff, you and Mr Joestar got this car second hand yeah?”

Polnareff looks at him through the rearview mirror.

[POLNAREFF] - “Yeah that’s right.”

He squeezes your hand gently to get your attention. You look up at him.

[KAKYOIN] - “Why don’t you check the glove compartment? Maybe the owner left some discs in there.”

Your eyes widen and you shoot up (almost hitting your head on the roof). His heart melts at the sight of your radiant smile.

[YOU] - “Kakyoin you beautiful genius!”

You grab the sides of his face and give him a peck on the lips. Jotaro and Avdol stifle their laughter as Kakyoin proceeds to malfunction when you turn around to search the compartment.

Opening it up there’s a small pile of discs there, you immediately pick them up and examine them.

[YOU] - “Score!”

You hold up one of the discs to show to Kakyoin.

[YOU] - “They have Wham! in here!”

[JOSEPH] - “What did you just say?”

Looking to the side you see that the old man’s awake, he looks a little startled.

[POLNAREFF] - “You’re finally awake Mr Joestar! I'm surprised you didn’t wake up sooner, we had the music pretty loud.”

Kakyoin leans forward in his seat.

[KAKYOIN] - “Are you ok Mr Joestar?”

You hold up the disc to him.

[YOU] - “Don’t tell me you’ve never heard of Wham! before.”

[JOSEPH] - “You can’t be serious.”

[AVDOL] - “I’m pretty sure they are Mr Joestar, Wham! is very popular.”

[JOTARO] - “Good grief old man, is your age catching up with you?”

The haunted look doesn’t leave Mr Joestar’s face as you look over the other discs with Kakyoin.

[KAKYOIN] - “What was that one you were showing me the other day… oh yeah! Do they have AC/DC?”

[YOU] - “Mhm! Oooo, they even have Santana.”

Your eyes light up when they land on a particular CD.

[YOU] - “Oh. My. God! Let’s put on Cars!“

[JOSEPH] - “HERMIT PURPLE!”

The discs are suddenly snatched out of your hands with purple vines and flung out the open window. You gawk at Mr Joestar as your only form of entertainment disappears into the dust. Kakyoin does his best to console you for the remainder of the drive.

[elmaestrostan]

@protect-daniel-james sleuthing under the cut (I typed it in my notes then realised it wouldn’t paste into comments of your post in the app, doh!

Ok, so to preface this when I first found myself crushing on Unai, I was like nope, just going to be chill, not like past crushes, soooo I’m certainly not going to operate a tumblr in his honour or be intrigued about his private life, nope, just admire…

That lasted until it didn’t, because nothing apparently intrigues me more than a mysterious man, so the part of me that digs being an unpaid FBI agent kicked in 😅

I’d read that story (from 2020) the London gf sold to the papers not long after he joined Villa, but (other than the football watching in bed stuff making me like him even more, despite the situation), I didn’t go back to that until mid December last year when curiosity got the better of me…

So there’s Luisa, his first wife, and her name is still out there as such, which is where a lot of the confusion comes from because he obviously openly talked about her and their son loads earlier in his career, then… nothing. I’ve seen her comment on his Instagram posts (usually when he’s pictured with Lander), and it seems like they’re still close and she seems sweet (they apparently quarantined together, I’ll come back to this shortly).

Then there’s Lucila (and for the love of god could he have picked a woman with a more similar name to his ex, didn’t he know amateur sleuths would get confused by this? So inconsiderate 😂). They appear to have been together at least since some point during his tenure at Sevilla (possibly well before that), definitely in Paris (she’s the ‘wife’ mentioned by the press when their apartment was burgled, and the one in that photo with him in the tux that gets labelled as Luisa), and then I guess she must have stayed in Spain or travelled back & forth a lot when he was hooking up with the lady in London. That gf seemed very convinced he was single and just didn’t want to settle down, so he must have been juggling two women & the Arsenal bin fire… (I mean that’s almost impressive tbh… I don’t have enough energy for my own very low key life lol).

A couple of months after the original story dropped there’s that article where its revealed he’d been dating a woman long term back in Spain at the same time, that her name is Lucila, and that friends said they’d been together 10+ years at that point. Now whilst reading through the comments (deranged way to waste time, yeesh) on the Daily Mail version of the London gf’s original story I spotted an interesting one: someone clearly knew his situation well and said they’d lived near him in London, that the reason he hadn’t introduced the gf was because he was long term with Lucila who is Argentinian (this is about two months before any info about her comes out into the press so they clearly knew a fair bit), that she’s rude (I hope not, but they commented on her appearance too so bitter commenter maybe?), that she’d given up on having children because of him, and that they’d been together since he’d split from his wife who he was quarantining with back in Spain at that point.

So yes, I then clocked it’s Lucila in the Hondarribia medal ceremony video, so they obviously patched up after his… dalliance in London.

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Little bit more goss and it’s a big/sweet one:

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They have a baby! She must be about a year old now. When I was down this wormhole I was intrigued enough to have a gander on Instagram to see if she had a profile, and it’s private but at the time she had a profile photo of her holding the baby at VP 🥹 When I was at the final game the other week I was fairly close to the tunnel and spotted her hand him the baby as he came off the pitch (I’m honestly surprised no one else clocked that or thought enough of it to post anything on Twitter or whatever).

Annnnd… just to add to the theme… One of Lucila’s surnames is Vila 😂 Of course it is 😂 She has the name Valentina in her profile so I’m assuming that’s the daughter’s name? But I hope that’s the maternal name she’s passed on because how perfect?🥲

I’ve been keeping that under my hat for a while (and will probably delete/private this post in a day or so once you’ve read it). He’s clearly so private and guarded now post Arsenal and all that stuff coming out. Talk about an enigma wrapped in a mystery 👀

[willshipanything-blog]

Breaking the Rules- Chapter 13

We're still here, and getting towards the home stretch (she says, roughly 60% of the way through this damn fic 😅)

Driving back home dredges up some less-than-ideal memories for our little dove, and she ponders whether or not to ask Al those burning questions on the tip of her tongue...

As always, minors DNI, full tags on AO3 where the fic is also posted here

Full Chapter Index here

Enjoy lovelies! 💜✨✌️

Chapter 13- I Got You, Babe

After Max had shut his front door with a final wave and a promise to be back at the house very soon, you and Al turned towards the street. As much as you’d miss Max’s upbeat presence, the thought of once again having the house to yourselves, just you and Al in your private sanctum, had a satisfied smile curling on your lips. That is, until you realized that you’d actually have to get home first. Only one way to make that journey. 

There was no vintage red car to whisk you home on the late summer breeze. Instead, the black van sat squat in the road, like some dark, shadowy wraith. Imposing, as if waiting by the sidewalk to swallow up an unsuspecting passer-by. To bundle them inside of its bowels and envelop them completely. A phantom taste of chemicals collected on your tongue. The sweet vanilla and cinnamon of the cola putrefied in your mouth, rancid, bile-flavored bubbles popping on your tongue like acid. 

The van had gotten closer, stalking towards you, but that couldn’t have been right, could it? No, you had unconsciously been walking, Al’s warm hand clasping yours as he’d guided you towards the van, your feet dutifully falling into step beside his. But Al stopped in front of the passenger side door, swinging himself round to face you. 

“Y/N.”

When you looked up, you noticed how those sapphire eyes shone behind squinted lids: he’d removed the clunky sunglasses. Removed any trace that might remind you of the day you’d first encountered him. All traces except for the metal beast towering beside you, that is. The van was a little harder to vanish away than a top hat and some playful magician schtick. 

“You’re ok, dove. I’m right here with you, huh?”

You licked your lips, tasting the salty sweat; at least his sweet words were dispeling the rotten taste that had built up like a film of plaque around your gums. You nodded, but could muster nothing more in response than a weak clearing of your throat in a high-pitched mumble. Doubling his efforts, Al clicked open the door and held out a hand to help hoist you into the seat. You hardly needed help, but the gesture was appreciated, and you took his hand. Like some fairytale picture of a footman extending a hand to help you into a carriage. The image was droll (probably just what Al had intended) and as you sat on the surprisingly soft bucket seat, your smile reappeared faintly on your lips. 

“Got no AC, so let’s open these up, shall we?” Al asked without really asking, already rolling down the window using the crank on the inside door. The glass descended completely before Al closed the door, giving a couple of firm taps in the now-empty space where the window pane would have been. Silently illustrating his thoughts: Look, Y/N, you’re not trapped inside. I’ve not trapped you inside. Not this time. 

Al bolted round the outside of the van, making sure he joined you in the front as quickly as he could. As he hopped in beside you, you returned the smile Al gave you (though yours was only a fraction of the width of his charming grin), before he turned the keys and the engine purred into life. Instead of setting off, your hand was tugged softly to your left, Al holding it above the center console. You watched your entwined hands as his thumb stroked along the ridges of your knuckles, like plucking separate strings on a harp, perhaps hoping for a melody of soft affirmation from you.

You glanced towards him, the bright sunlight permeating the interior. Squinting past the blinding glare from the windshield, past the dust motes floating in the unstirring air, you found all the reassurance you needed in those ocean blue eyes. 

“Where to?” he asked softly.

“Home.” It didn’t matter if there was nowhere else you could go. Because there was nowhere else you wanted to be.

Al retracted his hand to get into gear, and your own retreated back into your lap. But you weren’t getting away from Al so easily; no sooner had the van pulled smoothly out into the road than Al’s warm palm rested on your thigh. An easy gesture, and your body immediately turned into it, appreciating the touch, savoring it. Needing it. All you knew right then was how warm it all felt, how comfortable. The late afternoon sun, red behind closed lids. The steady thrum of the engine you could feel through the seat. Al’s assuaging hand on your bare skin, his ringed thumb undulating slowly (that tic that normally surfaced during his own nervousness, altered to soothe yours now instead). 

A red light up ahead had Al braking, and you lunged forward slightly in your seat. The sudden jolt disrupted the rhythm of your reverie, and your now-open eyes darted around the van, flicking from the window, to the dashboard, before finding the back of the van in the reflection of the rearview mirror. It was mostly empty, aside from a few wooden boxes pushed to the side- full of props Al still used in the magic shows he occasionally performed. But the space was largely unoccupied, and felt big. Too big, like something was missing. 

Or someone. 

The fears of your past, the ones you’d trained to dispel from the forefront of your mind, suddenly pushed through like weeds through sidewalk cracks, growing uncontrollably. The scene flashed in your mind, but you watched the event unfold in third person, as if your memory was forbidding you to experience that horror first-hand again. Even with the distance, it was close enough to have your stomach churning.

Your body is splayed out on the van floor. You’re dazed and bruised but still clinging onto consciousness. Trying to fight back. A floppy arm punches the invisible air. A croaked scream tries to claw its way out of your throat. Tears stream from your red, stinging eyes.  Above you, straddling your prone form, looms the Grabber. Dark, deranged and so, so strong. Too strong, you realize. He might as well be a shadow for all the good your fighting is doing. A pathetic blow from your blind fist only irritates him, an enraged growl the only warning before your wrists are yanked hard, becoming caged alongside your legs beneath his restraining grip. He moves in for the killing blows. A punch across your jaw. Another. And another and another. The fight becomes ever more futile with each lethal strike on your soft skin. Your body becomes weaker and weaker. Your vision becomes blacker and blacker until- 

“Y/N.” 

Al’s voice, honeyed but assertive, jerked you back into the present. The van was moving again but your mind had still been stuck at that red light. It hurt to look at Al, to see the clear torment in his eyes that you’d remembered such a moment. Al could usually conceal his emotions so easily- what must your own expression look like for him to shatter his cool, composed facade? When you didn’t answer, Al gave your thigh a reassuring squeeze before leading the conversation. 

“Why don’t you find us a station, huh?” he asked, nodding towards the radio. If he was opting for distraction, you’d accept, happy to be steered away from the thoughts that had snatched you away momentarily. Your eyes averted from the rearview mirror and focused on the stereo Al had indicated towards. Pressing buttons and turning dials helped to shift your focus as you tuned the radio to find a station without static. 

“Oh, perfect!” Al exulted as the melody chimed into life, almost immediately breaking into song right alongside Sonny and Cher. On each ‘I got you babe’ of the chorus, Al leaned towards you, nudging you with an elbow, daring to take his eyes off the road for too long a beat as he flashed his charismatic smile your way. He chuckled through his off-key crooning when (despite your objections and head shaking) an amused smile couldn’t help but bloom on your face. 

“C’mon, dove. You’re not gonna make me sing both parts now, are ya?”

A key change for the next verse (which did not complement Al’s limited singing range), didn’t seem to deter him at all:

“I got flowers in the spring. I got you to wear my ring.”

Still half-watching the road, he tilted his head and, relenting to that wide-eyed, encouraging nod, you made it a duet:

“And when I’m sad, you’re a clown. And if I get scared, you’re always around.”

When Sonny (accompanied by Al’s discordant warbling) sang of putting your little hand in his, Al gripped yours theatrically across the console, swinging it and not letting go until the final refrain. 

Al’s singing and his goofy playfulness had soothed your worries. Even with those awful remembrances, you saw how desperately he was trying to eliminate that part of himself, trying to divert your own mind from wandering back all those months ago. It didn’t feel selfish on his part- you really believed he was more concerned with keeping you happy than cleansing his own soul of those things, however much his own regret ate away at him. That was worth something, how hard he was trying to make you happy. Worth enough for you to come out of your shell since you’d clammed up at the sight of the van, to engage in a little playfulness of your own. 

“Max was right. He does have better music. A better singing voice too!” This was better: the light banter, goading Al into a playful repartee with you which you knew he could never resist. 

“Ouch, that cut deep! But I have somethin’ Max doesn’t have, little dove,” he crooned, retorting right back.

“Yeah? What’s that then?”

“I got you babe.”

You could scoff and roll your eyes as much as you liked at Al’s truly awful sense of humor. But it didn’t lessen the smile on your face, or the pink blush you could feel illuminating your cheeks. 

Since that first reassurance outside Max’s, everything Al had said was almost a placeholder for something deeper. If he’d have come right out and told you not to worry about being thrown into the back of the van (even as a dark joke), your panic might have kicked in on instinct, a knee jerk reaction to the violent memory. But his soft words- about home, about music, his smalltalk about anything at all- helped keep your eyes and mind occupied on the here and now. It wasn’t a malicious distraction, like those devious machinations in the week had felt. In a twisted sort of way, Al’s intentions were pure: he wasn’t keeping you from any secret, but coaxing your mind to better places than the past ordeal he had inflicted. Not diverting you from things you didn’t know, but from the things you did. The things you’d endured at his hand. You didn’t mind a little subterfuge from those past agonies. 

It all seemed so silly now, thinking the black van was anything more than that. You could look at Al and no longer see the Grabber. Could watch him don those damn masks and yet still feel nothing but a lustful rush of pleasure. See the pink jeweled ring on his finger and think only of the promises it signified. Yes, the van was just a van. Not lying in wait, ready to stow away and ferry some unwitting victim towards the basement cell. Just Al in the driver’s seat and you sat beside him, his warm palm on your knee to stem the nerves that might have it bouncing. The song faded out and the upbeat opening riffs of ‘Free Ride’ thrummed into life. 

As the van turned into your street, your eyes flickered momentarily to the house across from Al’s. The mollifying band-aid Al had applied with his tender words and sweet diversions peeled back, the unease bleeding from the open gash of that unhealed wound. Too busy worrying about the van, you’d almost forgotten about the questions you wanted to ask. Needed to ask. If Al sensed your sudden unease as he pulled up the driveway, he said nothing. Perhaps he knew the fine line between useful and nefarious distractions: taking your mind off the van was a kindness, but continuing to do the same about the house was a dangerous game, one that both of you knew was all-too-transparent. That truth was hanging on by a mere thread, and Al didn’t want to be the one to snip it completely. 

You rolled up your window as Al killed the engine and hopped out of the van on his side. Reaching for the handle, you pulled and it gave a clipped sound, the door unyielding to your touch. Panic rose in your body, and you yanked on the handle a couple more times, to no avail. It was suddenly stifling in the van, baking hot and suffocating. You sucked in an audible gasp, as if short on air (which, if you were in the initial stages of a panic attack, you were sure to be). Logical, rational thought had abandoned you, and it wasn’t until Al was right there in front of you that you realized he’d opened the door, muttering shamefaced apologies about the child locks he didn’t know how to fix. 

You were relieved, a little embarrassed, and annoyed that, even after Al’s genuine reassurances, the thought of being trapped in the van had affected you so. Al took your hand to help you out of the van, but he let you lead the way back into the house, an implicit gesture that you quietly appreciated. 

As you crossed the threshold into the house, all the dizzying thoughts of the previous week- the sinful distractions, busy commotions and mad rushes that had overtaken your life- had ceased entirely. Like an empty void, filled with a humming white noise now that every external interference had dissipated. Just you, and Al, and the questions you had. Was it too soon, barely through the doorway into your newly re-acquired privacy, to begin asking? You wondered if you put it off now, whether you might ever summon the bravery to ask again. 

You loved Al, despite his darkness. Hell, you loved him because of that same darkness sometimes. Surely your relationship could withstand another hard truth, even if that truth was Al covering another lie. Another lie would just be another inky smudge on his ledger, hardly noticeable besides the other sins tarnishing his blackened soul. Your shared secrets would remain just that. And your shared promises would remain intact, solid and unbreakable as the golden band you fingered with reflective contemplation. 

“Hey dove,” you discerned Al asking as he shut the door behind him, his keys clanking in the ceramic bowl by the door “If you’re ok in the van, we can go out in it sometime. Get ice cream, or go watch a movie at a drive-in. Maybe one day even take a trip into the Rockies, if you w-”

“Al, I need to ask you something, and I need you to answer me honestly.”

Your voice was hard and flat, steeling yourself for whatever outcome this question might lead to, however unpleasant the consequences of that conversation. However angry it might make Al. You’d dealt with those raging emotions of his before, and had matched his fiery anger when you’d needed to- an inferno that could burst so fiercely, his own rage looked smoldering in comparison. But when Al’s eyes whipped up to yours, you didn’t locate a trace of ferocity in his expression. No knitted brow, no tense jaw clenched in anger, no eyes dark with rage. You ascertained only one emotion in those watery blue eyes and trembling lips. Al was terrified. One look at the fear in his eyes, and you faltered. 

So many uncertainties, so much conflict between two sides of your mind. Whether to ask questions that were sure to end in conflict and distrust, or whether to trust that Al really wasn’t hiding anything worse than the awful truths that you already knew. One certainty, however, was how deeply Al cared. You thought of how he’d been recently. 

How he’d been helping Max all these weeks, the effort he’d put in to rekindle that relationship, the time and money gladly sacrificed to ensure his little brother stayed this time around. 

How he’d opened up about his past, bared those scars for you to see- was it not enough honesty for you? 

How he’d adopted that goofy persona to dispel your fears in the van, his silly distractions and soothing touches a genuine attempt to sever your memory of Al from that dark half he hated even more than you did.

How he’d looked at you in that polaroid photograph, adoringly, reverentially. How he thought of you as utterly his, and him belonging to you entirely. 

“My little dove.” Al stepped forward, cupping your cheek with trembling fingers, the cold ring on his pinky sweeping your jawbone. His promise was right there, encased in the pink morganite gem, entwined in the gleaming gold band on the hand he’d lifted to your face. Hadn’t he kept that promise? To take care of you- well, he showed that in almost every action he did, each act, every kind word and soft touch. It was just like he’d said- ‘my little dove’- you were his to take care of, and you’d made that choice to belong to him. He hadn’t answered your question yet, but perhaps you didn’t want him to in that moment, your courage crumbling beneath you like time-worn bones. 

You’d been down this road before, two choices warring in your mind until one won out. Back then, it had taken you a long time to make that decision. But you’d made the right one, eventually. You’d wanted to wait until it was just the two of you- but you didn’t have to follow through the first moment alone, right? Maybe time to wait, to think, to decide: maybe that wasn’t a bad thing after all. You could wait a little longer. You had nothing but time with Al, after all. His pleading eyes still looked across his outstretched arm towards your face, waiting for a question he thought would break him. A new question formed in your mind, and a wry smile curled on your face, wanting to dispel the fear you still discerned in his.

“Just one question, Al,” You placed your hand atop his, where it still caressed the bone-white scar on your cheek, as if in waiting expectantly to wipe away hurtful tears from your eyes. He swallowed a breath, his Adam’s apple bobbing in his throat, waiting in tense uncertainty for your interrogation.

“We don’t have to play the quiet game anymore, right?”

Al jolted, clearly expecting a different question than the one that dripped from your tongue. It took just a brief moment for the realization to hit him before a wash of relief flooded through the blue oceans of his eyes. He exhaled slowly, as if catching his breath, before he smirked at your deliberately loaded question. 

“Hmm,” he chuckled in that rough purr, curling a hand around your waist and pulling his body towards yours, his other hand still fixed against your quickly-reddening cheek, “If you aren’t screaming my name in the next five minutes, then I wouldn’t be doing my job properly, would I?”

A witty retort almost left your throat, but escaped only as an incredulous scoff when Al pushed you roughly against the wall. Maybe the ache would register in your skull and back later, but the thrill meant you hardly noticed it, the pain forgotten behind the sudden rush of adrenaline. Pressure around your wrists now; Al had gripped them both, hoisting them above your head and slamming them into the wall, where he used just one of his unnaturally strong hands to pin both of yours in place. 

Towering over you, Al brought his lips to meet yours, grazing them softly before placing a chaste kiss on your mouth. He pulled back, eliciting a confused stare and slight moan from you at the incongruous, tender gesture. Those crooked white teeth flashed, at odds with the onyx eyes, though both evidenced his growing hunger.

“Aww, what’s wrong dove, don’t want me to be gentle?” he teased knowingly. You squirmed beneath his grip, arms restrained and body caged. He grabbed your jaw with his free hand, forcing you to face the waking beast within him. “You gotta tell me- do you want me to. Be. Gentle?” He punctuated his words, your need only growing with each slow, teasing comment he spoke. 

“No.”

“That’s my girl.”

And with that, Al crashed into you with his full force. Tongues collided in deep, breathless kisses, teeth nipped where both of you chanced upon the other’s skin, and breathy moans escaped both of you as you tore into each other. With your hands fettered, you could do nothing against Al’s ministrations as he worked his way lower, sucking and teasing your pebbled nipples through your thin shirt as his free hand glided up your thigh towards your heat. His fingers traced your wetness through your underwear as you bucked into him, desperate for him to rip the panties off you completely so he could touch your bare, throbbing cunt. He relented to your whining plea, dipping a hand beneath the waistband, palming your clit as his fingers entered you, pumping and curling in every way he knew drove you to insanity.

Your breathing faltered, coming out in staccato bursts as your climax grew nearer. Al pressed his cheek to yours, telling you to come, telling you to say his name as he undid you completely. His prophetic vision manifested, and you screamed his name as your core clenched and you came all over his fingers. It hadn’t even taken the full five minutes. 

Al released you from his caging grasp as you released a weary exhale from your comedown, the only semi-coherent response to what he’d done to your body. Though before your shaky legs could buckle under you, Al was already pulling you along the corridor towards the bedroom. Clearly, he wouldn’t be satisfied until the neighbors complained about the obscene racket you two might cause. A part of you thought the same. 

Your bleary eyes looked down towards his hand that had entwined itself in your own, your swapped rings mere inches apart in the shared clasp of fingers. Those golden bands remained unbroken, same as your promises- he hadn’t lied, because you still hadn’t asked the questions your logical mind knew you should have. A few more snatched moments of bliss, just like this one, could continue before your inevitable bout. You could have a few days to enjoy the intimacy, the warmth of you and Al. Your body and soul could withstand the postponement of those questions, even if your mind might regret such a short-sighted decision. 

She’d been about to ask. Ask about the house, about the secrets he’d still not been brave enough to reveal. Al knew it. But his dove changed her mind, and opted for a distraction of her own at the final moment. 

Al suspected she’d seen the genuine fear in his eyes at the confrontation finally coming to a head (he hadn’t needed to act out the terror when it came so easily at the thought of speaking about what he’d done). But he wondered too whether a part of her didn’t really want to know, whether she was content with the blissful ignorance and lustful diversions that, up until now, had been Al’s party trick. Her’s too now, he mused. 

But his little thing wasn’t like Al- she was brave enough to speak out, to do the right thing (apart from the glaringly obvious ‘wrong thing’ of staying with him, of course). She’d ask. Eventually. It was like the sword of Damocles hanging over him, the thread taut, only one cutting question away from falling. But he’d played dangerous games before. He’d play with his dove, would her close until she would inevitably turn away once she learned the truths buried in that house. He’d cling to her until the final second, until it was game over for him. It would be a game well played, if he’d been allowed to play with her.

[sitp-recs]

hi friend! you have the best recs so I wanted to reach out. I feel like this is both a pretty simple request yet somehow also uber specific?? if it's too specific that's totally OK and you can disregard. I'm just having trouble sifting thru matches on AO3 and trust your judgment!

in major need of T-rated (or not-super-smutty M) fics between 5-50k, preferably ones set while the characters are in their 20s (early, mid, and late 20s all work) with plenty of fluff/nothing too heavy emotionally.

anything you can offer would be so appreciated!!

Hi there! This was a bit challenging because I’m more familiar with angst than fluff 😅 I hope these work for you! They’re all T-rated, except for Astolat’s:

The Interest Here by disapparater (9k)

Draco has his own morning show on the wireless, which he loves; an ambitious assistant, whom he needs; and days in The Tea Shop, where he relaxes. He also has a new caller on the show, whom he finds bloody annoying.

honey milk tea by @softlystarstruck (14k)

When Draco runs into Harry at his favorite boba tea shop and gets so flustered he orders the exact same thing, he has no idea how quickly his life is going to change.

Espresso Patronum by @tasteofshapes (15k)

When Draco reappears five years after the war and opens a wildly popular coffee shop, Harry’s pretty sure that Draco’s Up to Something. He just has to prove it.

With Great Yawns and Stretchings by sugar_screw (22k)

The coffee is very good. Really. And the cats are so cute. That's why Harry goes so often.

Heartlines by @sorrybutblog (22k)

Just as Draco Malfoy's life seems to be getting back on track, the magic at Malfoy Manor is spinning out of control. Auror partners Harry Potter and Angelina Johnson are assigned to the case and quickly find that nothing about the situation is obvious.

House Proud by astolat (M, 23k)

His house liked Draco Malfoy more than him.

Safe As Houses by @xanthippe74 (24k)

After five years abroad, Harry’s thrilled to be home and working at the most prestigious ward-building firm in Britain. But everything gets turned upside down when he's assigned to work for Draco Malfoy—who somehow grew up to be just the sort of sexy bastard Harry goes for.

Doing the Lambeth Walk by @blamebrampton (26k)

There are only three traditional choices for the cashed-up hero after victory. Harry Potter is too young to settle down and provide the wizarding world with a happy ending, and has too acute a sense of humour to spiral downwards into a spectacular flame-out. That leaves a life of good works. Choosing to lead it in Muggle Brixton comes with its own set of challenges, including Malfoys in the biscuit aisle.

Faint Indirections by ignatiustrout (29k)

Draco Malfoy is the last person Harry expects to turn up in Boston, Massachussetts. But now he's here, and he won't stop requesting books from the library where Harry works.

Little Red Courgette by @blamebrampton (31k)

When this season's purple courgettes are woefully thin, Draco Malfoy thinks it amounts to small beans. Next thing he knows, the Department of Standards is over-run with leeks, Brussels sprouts all sorts of legislative difficulties, and somebody appears to have put a roquette under Harry Potter. Can Draco seize a marrow victory? Or will his plans for peas be squashed?

Follow the Water by xanthippe74 (38k)

Harry Potter’s life is fine. Maybe a little dull and predictable, but he shouldn’t complain about that, right? When he unexpectedly finds himself at Luna’s house one afternoon, Harry gets invited to join the secret wonderland that she’s creating with a surprising group of friends. Maybe a summer outdoors is just what a former hero needs to bring some zest back into his life.

I'll Floo Home for Christmas by jadepresley (39k)

The Ministry Christmas party is the biggest event of the year and Harry absolutely does not want to plan it, and he certainly, one hundred percent, does not have a crush on Draco Malfoy.

Witch Weekly's Most Eligible by @gallifrey1sburning (54k)

The first few times, it was kind of funny. After a while, however, it started to get a bit depressing. By the tenth time Harry won Witch Weekly’s Most Eligible Bachelor award, it was downright humiliating. But even that wouldn’t have been enough to get him to agree to Pansy Parkinson’s scheme to put him on a wizarding dating show—at least, not without the additions of a tearfully earnest Molly Weasley and one too many glasses of champagne.

[kazuyummy]

hello hello!! how are you? i hope your doing well!! if its still open, may  join yor matchup event?

fandom: haikyuu!!

matchup: spontaneous, creative, open-minded, weird (lol)

drabble: 🍊 - imagine, maybe a more fluffy imagine would be nice!! extra fluff for the soul <33

misc: genre is romance!! i dont mind being paired with anyone <33

ahhh of course my dear!!

i had to think about this for a bit, but i would match you up with KENMA KOZUME. despite seeming like the most introverted person in the fandom at times, he shows need for his creative expression and interaction through streaming, so he appreciates your bursts of inspiration and how you seem to view the world differently compared to others. you're enigmatic to him and he's unusually drawn to your charisma and quirks. despite his independent nature, he's affectionate and at times clingy with you. he can be overly logical and analytical with his thinking - not to say you're not a rational thinker by any means - but when he's caught up in the facts, you're showing him what's possible.

a fluffy imagine for you under the cut!!

❀ PUPPY LOVE

kenma is no stranger to kuroo calling in favours from him, asking him to do collabs with the jva and its players

"ok, but this one is different, kenma - it'll guarantee a huge boost in your viewership. 'cause what kind of person can't resist puppies?"

he'll sigh but secretly look forward to it - and he forgets any hangups about this event he's had when you catch his eye

right now, you're helping the dogs get comfortable with their players - he catches snippets of you assessing each of their personalities to see which dog would be most like them

"she's cute, eh?" kuroo nudges him on the shoulder, "i know i didn't give you the full brief - she runs a rescue agency and does photoshoots and other projects with the dogs to get them adopted. kind of cool, no?"

he watches you giggle as a golden retriever licks hinata's face, bokuto howls with a husky who has shockingly similar hair colour to him, and atsumu is giving treats to a shiba inu

"ah, kodzuken, right? you're just in time. i watched your honkai stream the other day, actually. i asked kuroo for you personally, y'know?"

he can only nod when you finally approach, blush across his face despite having other people talking about his online work to him. he's saved though, when a small dog with curly white hair toddles up to him.

"oh, udon! y'know, she's actually mine, an older dog who didn't get adopted, so i decided to keep her! she's honestly like a cat, though - smart, 'cause she's part poodle, but clingy because she's also a maltese!"

he leans down to pet the dog, who is cautious but receptive, and you continue gushing,

"she's never actually approached anyone before! she doesn't really like people, and she's pretty lazy. maybe it's 'cause she was watching your stream with me?"

he's always preferred cats-- hell, his friends compare him to one all the time-- but for the rest of the day you've got him following you around like he's one of the puppies you take care of

i hope you like dogs lmao... if not, we can just imagine it's kittens 😅 i didn't get fully into the fluff but i couldn't help but write this concept - ofc you and him get to know each other after this when he musters up the courage to ask for your number! tysm for your request love!! <3

anyone can request a matchup here 💫

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I feel like I'm the only one who doesn't care for the crab game era

Like don't get me wrong I enjoyed as it was content when we got literally nothing for months, but that game is hella boring to watch after like 20-30 min 💀

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Ops, Sorry Darling Kent X Reader

Requet: Ok so this idea just suddenly came to my mind but can u do a little crossover between pjo and wednesday?? Maybe the reader is a half sister of percy and is the only demigod in the school. A kent x reader and the story is based in the poe cup???? Sorry if it doesn’t make sense😅😅

Summary: Enid wants to win the Poe cup and since she knows that you could breathe and control water, she had a plan. But it was not just hers, it was also Wednesdays. Poe Cup doesn't have rules, and so all the planning to win starts. But the thing is, you're against your boyfriend's team. Who would win?

Warning: a bit suggestive, making out (my first time writing about this kind, so bare with me.) And also lastly mention of curse words but a fluffy ending of course

Note: when I read this request I love it! I was so excited about writing this, so I hope you would like this! Keep sending your request. Because soon I would start having a fanfic commission. But anyway. I hope you would enjoy this!

ALSO, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!

(not my pic)

The Poe cup is coming up and everyone is preparing, even Wednesday is participating which was a surprise. Because she doesn't even want to join, and also being a daughter of Poseidon has its advantages. And those advantages were you being underwater.

Knowing Bianca would also make that plan, you also did a plan. But with a twist, of course. Your team is already ready, you're wearing the cat costume but put a twist on it. You put some Poseidon symbol on it and wore the cat ears and the cat whiskers.

When you got out you heard someone whistle, and you made looked. And saw your boyfriend. He got near you and hugged you.

" Good luck out there, baby. And also, I love this fucking outfit." Kent said and started kissing your neck which you giggled and pushed him.

" Well thanks, darling. Good luck to you too. Now, you should go too. Bianca might get mad at you." You told him and he then laughed and you both gave each a peck on the lips.

You then get near Enid who is talking with Wednesday. " Oh la la Y/N, you look hot," Enid said and the both of you laughed while Wednesday rolled her eyes.

" Anyway, are you ready? You're supposed to distract Kent while I and Wednesday do the plan." Enid asked you and of course, you nodded. When Enid is serious, she is really serious because she really wants to win.

Both of them ride the boat and you jumped towards the water, being a daughter of Poisedon you can breathe underwater and could decide if you want to be wet underwater or not.

You followed the boats and saw Bianca's team's plan. You also saw your boyfriend jump underwater, and when he saw you, he raise his eyebrows at you.

" Oh, hi baby!" You greeted him and then controlled the water and he was then not in front of you. You were still following the boats and when the girls arrived at where the flag is, you stayed underwater but made something to Xavier's boat so that it would float.

Just like what Enid did, I mean there were no rules. So, why not? When you saw them arrive at their boats, you then controlled the water so that it would then move away to where they were supposed to go.

You then still followed the boat and saw what Bianca's boat would do, so you moved far away from it. You then saw thing punch Kent and that made you want to get near him and laugh at him. And also made you made their boat shake. And that almost hit Kent.

"Y/N!" Kent shouted at your head which you heard and also made your head hurt. Since being a daughter of the sea god, you could communicate with others, especially with the people who live and is related to the people underwater. Just like Kent and the other sirens, you could communicate with them underwater.

"Ops, sorry darling." You told him with a smile and gave a wink.

Since their team was about to lose anyway, you continued to make their boat float down without hitting Kent of course. While you made your boat float by the water. You controlled the water so that you could ride it, and you were not even wet at all.

Enid helped you so that you could ride the boat, and when you arrived all of you girls screamed since you won. Well except Wednesday.

" Party on our dorm!" Enid excitedly said and made everyone scream back with excitement. You were about to congratulate Enid but someone stopped you.

You turned around when you Kent, his hand was around on your waist. But you frown. Yeah, it was funny when thing punch him but you know it hurts.

"Congratulations, baby," Kent said and smiled then gave you a kiss. That made you smile but you let go and he groaned.

" Yea, no kisses until I heal that eye." You said and dragged him to your dorm. They were a lot of some camp items from camp half-blood, and also some ointments from Will.

He sat down on your bed as you went to your things. " You know, you really looked hot out there. The fact that you rode the water to get near your team, you looked amazing. I guess being a daughter of the sea god really looked good on you." You turned around to him and get near him and just chuckle.

You started putting the ointment in which you know would work on him because it is for people who literally could breathe underwater, and the people who live there. That's what Will Solace is good at, being a good healer and a son of Apollo.

" Don't make such sappy comments, baby." You told him but he just ignored your comment and put his hands around your waist. He then guides your hands to put around his shoulders.

And then suddenly you were then sat down on his lap. " Kent!" You scolded him then the both of you laughed. And then kissed each other.

" I love you, my mermaid," Kent said and smiled at you.

" I love you too, my cute siren." You also said and smiled.